Go home at night

The night became even more silent and the cold air felt even more piercing. Since then, no one has passed this road. But I still stepped my feet in the midst of increasingly tense silence. It should be a good night for me tonight. Because tonight is my seventeenth birthday. But instead of spending the night celebrating my birthday with my friends or family, at the moment I have to go home on this very annoying night.

Because tomorrow is a school holiday, tonight my three friends invited me to watch a movie. Coincidentally tonight my parents were not at home, because from yesterday they both stayed at my grandmother's house. I thought I would be bored if I stayed at home, so I decided to watch with them. Well, maybe they will plan a surprise party for me. Stupidly I didn't ask what movie we were going to watch. In the end I was forced to watch the genre of film that I hated, horror-thrillers.

Throughout the film filled with sadistic murder scenes that made me sick. I really can't see blood and organs scattered. The film tells the story of a vicious killer who finishes people with a sickle. The film was screened at 10:30 a.m. and ended at 12:00 p.m. During that time I continued to hold myself back from vomiting.

After the film was finished, I went straight to the toilet. I reasoned that I wanted to throw water, even though in the toilet I spit out everything I had held for an hour and a half. After I got out of the toilet, my three friends immediately prepared to go home. That's when I knew they didn't even remember my birthday. It can't be helped, that's how they are.

I drove my motorcycle back home. This is weird, even though it's still midnight, but the streets are very quiet. Suddenly my motorbike slowed down and the engine slowly died. Damn, the engine is in trouble at the wrong time. I was forced to push my motorcycle and hope that my subscription shop that is in front of there is still not closed.

After a few meters I pushed, I finally arrived at the workshop. The mechanic checks my bike for a while and he says that there must be items replaced. However, the stock of goods is not available. Must wait until tomorrow morning. He also said that he was in business, so he had to close the workshop immediately. After inserting my bike into his workshop, he immediately left. Damn, why didn't I ask him to take me home.

Long enough I waited in front of the workshop. Hope someone is passing by and I can ride to my house. But no one passed by. Besides that, I also felt that someone had been watching me since. Even though there is no one around the garage, there are only stalls that have been closed. Eventually I became uncomfortable and I decided to walk to my house which was about 1 km from the garage.

The night became even more silent and the cold air felt even more piercing. Since that time no one passed this road. But I still stepped my feet in the midst of increasingly tense silence.

It's almost half way, but now my legs are stopped. In front of me lay so many palm trees towering on the right and left sides of the road I passed. This dark situation and this quiet atmosphere make the trees look more sinister. Somehow I became this scared, maybe this was an effect because I just watched a movie that was also creepy.